He was just taking a long drink of butterbeer when Astoria showed up, making her way the short distance along the High Street toward where Seamus was sitting. Wiping the whipped cream from his lip, he licked it off his finger and smiled up at her. She looked adorable as always and he thought she must be very rich. Granted, she'd all but said as much the first time they met. 'Professional shoppers' didn't get to be such without knowing a thing or two about fashion and no one knew a thing or two about fashion except artists interested in it as a career or the incredibly rich. They had the resources to be concerned about the latest style and dressing up to go down the pub. Seamus, on the other hand, was all about casual in every aspect of his life - except his work. He only dressed to impress when there were buyers on the line.
"A life-saver, am I?" he asked, one brow lifted and his voice curious. Surely things weren't so dire as all that. Wait...were they? Suddenly he was frowning, jumping to all sorts of conclusions. What if she was...? All thoughts of telling Astoria she looked nice flew out the proverbial window, right along with his sunny mood. "What's going on?"